A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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Apna kisi or ko bana na sake

Pata na chala wp kab kisi or ka naseeb hone lage

Ek pal me unhone hamein bhula diya

After The Party

It's getting late, I must go

I had a beer where did it go

I had to pee. I know it

Friend
Friend

You and I are friends
You laugh, I laugh
You cry, I cry

You scream, I scr

How Much I Love You

Every tone of life

Makes a note for you.

Every word of life

Makes a phras

Be The Best Of Whatever You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

 Be a scrub in the valley — but

jindgi ki achhai or burai

जितना भी अच्छा कर लो दोस्तो के लिए 

Two Beers...

Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

"My brother’s death; o

MOHABBAT EK EHSAS

कोई दीवाना कहता है, कोई पागल समझता है !

Love And Hugs

A bunch of flowers,

A homemade cake,

That special gift,

A birthday steak.

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

RAB SE APNE TERI KHUSHI MANGI HAI.....

BASS MILE WHO JAMANA JO 

TUMNE CHAHA